Buffalo Kitchen Club Lyrics by Benny The Butcher & Armani Caesar
Yeah, uh
Y’all know what the *** it is
*** Liz and the *** Butch
They ain’t *** with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then ***, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these *** shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This *** is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
Uh huh
He like what he see in his visual
I make the *** disappear, it’s a miracle
Sleeping on me, must be the ***
Killing you hoes, take it literal (Literal)
*** your shot at a *** like me
Gon’ cost ’bout a milly at minimal
At the minimum
My *** wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished
My team on violence
We sweeping *** like the plague
This *** is getting bubonic
Balling my hobby
I’m getting rings like I’m Sonic
Your money must keep it platonic
A beauty and beast, how ironic
I’m smoking on hoes like the chronic
*** y’all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain’t got no money
Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it
‘Cause when Pac died, he ain’t have a hunnid
Sold out a show with my first day in Europe
All that hate coming from home, I can’t hear it (Can’t hear it)
‘Fore we get a chance to hop out, these *** gon’ stare in the rims like mirrors
I don’t do auctions, I don’t do Carmax
To the R.8 from the R.S.
Our first date we had car ***
I put class on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over
I feel y’all topping well over
I done bought so much cartel yola
That they start treating us like shareholders
Niggas resent me ’cause they just a tier lower
Just a tier lower
No sympathy, won’t shed a tear for ya
No weaknesses, I’m not a fear shower
I ate the *** up, got my little beard growing
Five five sixes, look like we spear-throwin’
You know that what I’m here for
When they ask y’all who cleaned up the block
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (Uh)
They ain’t *** with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then ***, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these *** shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This *** is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
He like what he see in his visual
I make the *** disappear, it’s a miracle
They ain’t *** with Liz and The Butch